"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Archive for October, 2012



No awards for the loner

Dear friends,

I must thank all of you for reading my blog. I thank all of you who have nominated me for awards, in the past and in the present. I really appreciate your thinking of me. If it would be possible I would give you all an award for the time when you have stopped here, read and showed your feelings. I cannot do other than pour my heart here between the lines and connect with you all.

Winning awards was never the purpose of my blog. That is why I will not post them, nor nominate anymore.  I am grateful for being able to share my thoughts with you all and I am honoured to be in touch with you all. THIS IS MY BEST AWARD.

My love and many thanks to you all.


Lana Del Rey – Born To Die

ADELE – Skyfall


“See, look at them, he’s a friend of mine. She’s beautiful, rich, she supports him, she would make his every fantasy come true. Now that is a true woman.”

As he was pronouncing the words the time stopped for her. Suddenly she was holding the hand of a stranger.

As she took away her hand from his hand it felt like a thousand veils falling from her eyes.

Oh, how she loved him… But he was not the same man anymore. It felt as if the sweet lover she used to know had vanished from the face of Earth.

Struggling to keep the tears behind her eyes and not to burst she stopped and made a first step away from him.

“What’s wrong? Another scene? You and your scenes, I’m sick and tired of your reactions!”

Eyes full of grief she turned away and left him in the middle of the street.

Rain kept falling from the sky as if the sky itself would have mourned for her soul.

She stopped in front of the newspapers booth. On the front page a black and white picture of a smiling woman :

 “You are perfect and you need noone to prove it!”


200 words

memyselfandela, 2012


No more comets will sprinkle silence
On our smiling lips
Are you ready?

Love will never die
Neither our memories
Now it’s the end of time

A last slow pulse in the veins
A last look back
And our heart ignites

Us colliding, light burning high above
The brightest nova crushing
The whole universe

Plus de comètes répandre silence
Sur nos lèvres souriantes
Es-tu prêt?

L’amour ne va mourir jamais
Ni nos souvenirs
Maintenant, c’est la fin des temps

Un dernière pulse lente dans les veines
Un dernière regard en arrière
Et notre cœur s’enflamme

Nous collisent, lumière allumée haut au-dessus
La plus brillante nova concassent
L’univers tout entier


memyselfandela, 2012


I’ve been waiting for you

I did, I really did

But it all seems so wrong, like

Waiting for a train to come

At the bus station


Je t’ai attendu

Je l’ai fait, vraiment

Mais tout cela me semble si mal, comme

Attendre un train d’arriver

A la gare de bus


memyselfandela, 2012

How many girls do you see? / Combien de filles que tu vois?

Look at you, what a genuine surprise on you face
Deer paralized in front of the
Burning lights in my woman eyes…

You, the proud hunter
That laughingly betted to have me
Me, the little girl that knows nothing..

Nothing’s what it seams, I am the hard candy
One of a kind, though insignificant number.
How many girls do you see now?


Regarde-toi, quelle véritable surprise sur ton visage
Cerf paralysé devant
Les lumières brulent dans mes yeux de femme …

Toi, le fier chasseur
Qui en riant a parié de m’avoir
Moi, la petite fille qui ne sait rien ..

Les apparences sont trompeuses, je suis le bonbon dur
Unique en son genre, bien que nombre insignifiant.
Combien de filles que tu vois maintenant?


memyselfandela, 2012

Deftones – Sextape

“Floating on the water ever changing
Picture hours out from that
Into with all our dreams
The ocean takes me into watch you shaking
Watch you weigh your powers
Tempt with hours of pleasure
Take me one more time
Take me one more wave
Take me for one last ride
I’m out of my head
Tonight, Tonight
Tonight, Tonight.. I..
The sound of the waves collide
The sound of the waves collide
The sound of the waves collide

Balance / Equilibre

after tearing apart, broken soul
there is no more balance between
thought and feeling
you can either love or judge
life is a choice

au bout de déchirure, âme brisée
il n’y a plus d’équilibre entre
pensée et sentiment
on peut soit juger ou aimer
la vie est un choix


memyselfandela, 2012


End of a normal day.
Tired people, long sessions dealing with broken spirits uncapable to imagine a normal life anymore, cigarette breaks in which she remembered his words,endless echo lingering in her mind between puffs of smoke and fresh air making her back shiver like the other night, when he passed his cold fingers on her neck while devouring her with eyes full of the same desire that made them merge and collaps a million times already…
Late in night, feeling like a numb skin, too tired to continue thinking, she gently closed her eyes and slept.
Over and out.


100 words

memyselfandela, 2012

Black & White


Love Story – 976 evil

Deftones – Cherry Waves

“A sea of waves
We hug the same plank
Just as I had rehearsed, over in my brain
(I saw you end)

The waves suck you in, and you drown
If like you should sink down beneath, all the way, down
Would you?

You hang the anchors over my neck
I liked it at first,
But the more you you laughed, the crazier I became

The waves suck you in, then you drown

If like you should sink down beneath, all the way down,
would You…

Is that what you want?
Is that what you want?


If like you should sink down beneath, all the way down,
Would you?

Is that what you want?
Would you?
Is that what you want?
Would you?


The Girl With The Pearl Necklace

The cheerful girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them: a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box.

“Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please!”

Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl’s upturned face.

“A dollar ninety-five. That’s almost $ 2. If you really want them, I’ll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday’s only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from grandma.”

As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbour and asked Mrs McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents.

On her birthday, grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace. Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere — Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. She took them off only when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.

Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night when he finished the story, he asked Jenny,

“Do you love me?”

“Oh yes, Daddy. You know that I love you.”

“Then give me your pearls.”

“Oh, Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess — the white horse from my collection. The one with the pink tail. Remember, Daddy? The one you gave me. She’s my favourite.”

“That’s okay, Honey. Daddy loves you. Good night.” And he brushed her cheek with a kiss. About a week later, after the story time, Jenny’s daddy asked again,

“Do you love me?”

“Daddy, you know I love you.”

“Then give me your pearls.”

“Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my babydoll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is so beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper.”

“That’s okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you.” And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss. A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian-style. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek.

“What is it, Jenny? What’s the matter?”

Jenny didn’t say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said,

“Here, Daddy. It’s for you.”

With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny’s kind daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime-store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny.

He had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her genuine treasure.

What are you hanging on to?


memyselfandela, 2012

Now / Maintenant

I have you now
your breath
flowing slowly
in a song
in the dark lip
under the cry
of the wild
gypsy skirt


Je t’ai maintenant
ton souffle
coulent lentement
dans une chanson
dans la lèvre noire
sous le cri
de la sauvage
jupe gitane


memyselfandela, 2012

Black & White




As a matter of…cat


Larry is the 10 Downing Street cat popularly known as the Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office and is a brown and white tabby, believed to have been born c. January 2007. He is one of 100,000 cats employed by the Government to keep down mice.

Larry is a rescue cat from the Battersea Dogs and Cats Home and was chosen by Downing Street staff.

On 15 February 2012 a party was held in Larry’s honor to celebrate his first year in the office of Chief Mouser.His press officer defended Larry’s arguably poor performance in his first year by reminding the public that as well as being Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office, “Larry spends his days greeting guests to the house, inspecting security defences, and testing antique furniture for napping quality”. Larry was also credited that “He has captured the hearts of the Great British public and the press teams often camped outside the front door. In turn the nation sends him gifts and treats daily”. At the same time the press officer continued that “his day to day responsibilities also include contemplating a solution to the mouse occupancy of the house, Larry says this is still ‘in tactical planning stage'”.Also, coinciding with his first anniversary, Battersea Dogs and Cats Home revealed that Larry’s popularity had resulted in a surge of 15% more people adopting cats.

Did you smile today?




Black & White


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